Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Sorry about that, everybody, that dude's whack.
But she's kind of always been around.
THOMAS: I hate you.
- You too, get out of here. - That's my boy. That's my boy.
BOY: Is it true what I heard about you at Zam's party?
(OVER SPEAKERS) You're beautiful
- Thank you. That's very sweet of you. - I mean that when I say that.
I'm working on something.
- Where's Milo? OFFICER 3: This is the police.
So, I'm sorry.
The guy isn't gonna do shit. He punched a 12-year-old in the face.
(OVER SPEAKERS) Ra y-Ban vision, these ain't no prescription
Asshole.
(SCREAMING)
COSTA: Whoa, whoa, whoa, read the sign, honey.
COSTA: What we are witnessing is truly a breathtaking moment...
It's like hooking up with J.B.
The more word gets around, the more likely these chicks will show up at our party.
J.B.: We did this for you.
- Who's your friend? - Don't worry about him.
I'm the coolest shit Especially when I throw on all my Gretzky
Great party, buddy.
Everybody in the back! Get in the back now!
This is Falcon One.
Don't make us come back. You know what I mean?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, you know who's back...
OFFICER 3: This is the police.
You know, tonight's about the girls we never had a shot at.
- Please call me. - Fuck.
(GROANS)
Party's limited to the backyard, okay?
Mm-mm. I'm sorry. Who are you?
- What is that? - Tequila. Just fucking take it.
Well, I want to declare it, just in case.
Happy birthday, dear “THOMAS”!
ALEXIS: Yeah, Thomas! Whoo!
What a great anniversary gift, a baby.
You gotta have faith, son.
He sucker-punched you. You'd own that bitch in a real fight.
Happy birthday, Dear Thomas… the tank engine!
With all due respect, technically the law says you cannot.
OFFICER 1: Subject is advancing.
You're a very beautiful woman. Call me anytime you want.
God, help us.
We go in the back, break Rob's door down, and torch the house.
- Get down here now. - Come on, there's like 200 people here.
Do these kids even have parents? It's ridiculous, right?
(DOOR OPENS)
Give me a break. You got a ball?
That's your party? You're throwing that?
DAX: Alexis, are you having a good time?
THOMAS: He's shooting a movie for my birthday, you know, a little present.
We've got red, we've got white. You know, Cabernet, Merlot.
Oh.
DISPATCHER: Unit 23, what's your status?
BOY: Dude, that's Thomas!
You tub of love I'm gonna put you in the back of the truck
The guy has a wife and a baby. You're not gonna burn his house down.
Dude, you heard Rob, man. What if he calls the cops?
THOMAS: Dude, stop. COSTA: You're telling me he doesn't need this?
All right? And lose the Taser, okay?
T-RICK: Fuck you!
- Where the fuck is your drink, Thomas? - I'm between beverages.
(STUDENTS CHATTERING)
The idea behind tonight is to get these bitches...
Besides, it's creepy. Look at him.
COSTA: Oh, my God, Thomas, we're fucked.
Get off me, you little faggot dog.
COSTA (IN NORMAL VOICE): Hey, little buddy. Want something to drink? Hey.
I see you haters coming Niggas don't think that I'm slipping
Kirby, I'm really sorry about what happened.
That's a penis hand job
- To make sure my house doesn't get fucked. J.B.: Thirty people won't change anything for us.
I don't know how to fix this.
- Hey, that's a sweet minivan, soccer mom. - See? See what I told you?
The house? Whose is it?